Shan't see you to-morrow, I'm afraid.

Perhaps shan't see you until Thursday.

Here, take that, my lad, and have half-a-crown's worth on Black Riot for the Derby; she'll win it, sure." "Thanky, sir.

Good luck to you, sir." "Same to you, my lad.

Good day." Then the old gentleman in the top hat and white spats moved slowly away, passed down the tree-shaded walk, passed the romping children, passed the Princess Louise's statue of Queen Victoria, and, after a moment, vanished.